Don't Let Him Come Back
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Here he comes
With his 12 o'clock junk
His camels rides
And his stars are drunk
Who's that dressed in black?
Who's that in his apartment?
With his crazy walk?
Don't let him come back
The two of us here
Does that constitute a crowd
He needs some help
But his pride
Much too proud
Who's that dressed in black?
Who's that in his apartment?
With his crazy walk?
Don't let him come back
I'm dead or I'm dead
He thinks dark skies hold jewels
He wants an excuse
To be what king Richard rules
Who's that dressed in black?
Who's that in his apartment?
With his crazy walk?
Don't let him come back